'No.' BT answered truthfully. 'Well get on with it.'
'Well first off it could mean that some zombies fell into the water sometime in the last few weeks, maybe off of some transport ship and just finally made it ashore here.'
'Eh, maybe.' BT said shaking his head in the negative. 'Next.'
'Some local zombies have figured out a more viable option of how to get into the gated buffet.'
'Possible.' BT said. 'Or?'
'Or Eliza sent some forward troops in the hopes of finding some weaknesses to this base's defenses.'
BT eased his back down towards the pillow. 'Shit.'
'Eliza? Already?' Tracy asked, hoping against hope that I was wrong.
'It feels like something she would do. I know the zombies have some rudimentary intelligence. I just can't imagine that they'd be able to pass tactics to each other. Possibly one might figure out that he could walk into the water and bypass all the fences and guns but not dozens at least not all at once.'
'Okay though Mike.' BT said. 'If this is Eliza in all of this, why tip her hand now? She had to know that a few dozen zombies weren't going to breach this place. She could have waited until she had a few thousand zombies. That would have really thrown this place into mass chaos. These military guys aren't dummies. Now they're going to set up defenses and patrols.'
I pondered BT's question. Eliza's actions made absolutely no sense. Unless. 'It's a feint.'
'What?' BT and Tracy asked simultaneously.
'Jinx!' I yelled. 'Now you guys have to get me a coke! Man, what I wouldn’t do for that carbonated drink of pure refreshment right now.'
'Are we on hidden cameras? Are you getting sponsorship money for your product endorsements? Can you get back to the 'feint' thing.'
'Sorry that just sounds so good, in a tall glass with lots of ice and the huge condensation droplets sweating on the outside of the glass.'
'Talbot.' Tracy and BT once again said in synch.
'Again! Huh! This gets better and better.'
Tracy glared at me.
'Sorry, sorry.' I reiterated. 'It's just that my mouth is so dry right now.'
'Talbot!' BT shouted. 'If my leg wasn't busted I would run all around this base to find you that damn Coke just so I could bust it over your head. Now what are you talking about? Although that does sound really good, maybe with a little vanilla in it.'
'I'm leaving.' Tracy said.
'Hold on hon.' I said coming back to a Cokeless reality. 'Eliza has something else planned, she has to know that this place only has so many resources to combat a threat and she is going to stretch those resources as thin as she can. I don't have a clue as to what she's thinking but it's obviously better than having a water assault.'
'Seemed like a pretty good plan to me.' BT said
'Yeah me too, so whatever she's thinking must be even better.'
The room must have dropped twenty degrees because we all shuddered in unison. I don't think there is a 'jinx' rule for that.
'How's your leg feeling now?' I asked BT in all seriousness.
'Better by the minute.' He answered.
Tracy garnered what we were talking about. 'Neither of you two is in any sort of condition to go back on the road. Mike you have literally died twice in the span of five days. And don't even say it! Three is not the charm.'
'How'd she know I was going to say that?' I asked BT.
BT shrugged his shoulders, and then miraculously hit his power down button.
'How does he do that?' I now asked the slumbering giant.
'Mike?'
'I know Tracy, we can't leave. I'm not sure I could get out of this bed and make it into the head to take a piss without passing out. Eliza just keeps forcing our hand. There's still time but the meter is definitely running.
CHAPTER TWELVE - JOURNAL ENTRY 6 - 
'Mike you awake?'
'What is it with hospitals?' I asked with my eyes closed. 'You keep giving me sedatives to sleep and tell me I need rest so that I can recuperate and then you wake me up every half hour to see how I'm doing.'
'Mike.' The Doc said calmly. 'You've been asleep for nearly 36 hours.'
'Holy shit, no wonder why I kept having dreams about pissing. In one of them I was at an old abandoned town pool. It was empty when I got to it but I started to take a leak and it was filling at this really alarming rate, and I was like 'Holy crap this had better stop soon or its going to over flow and I'm going to be really embarrassed when my piss starts flowing down the streets and into storm drains The whole time I'm taking this piss I don't feel any relief. I am never getting that satisfactory release of pressure from my bladder. You know what I mean Doc?'
'Mike to be honest I've given up a long time ago trying to figure out what you are talking about.'
'So you've never had the 'piss dream''?
'Can we perhaps move on to another subject?'
'Oh I get it Doc, did you have some bed wetting issues as a child?' The Doc's face was beginning to look a little indignant. 'Do you still have some issues? I mean cause it's alright with me. I mean we all have our own skeletons in the closet so to speak. I mean I don't personally wet the bed but…'
'Oh for the love of God Mike, I really have no desire to discuss my fictional bodily function problems. I came here with a serious problem and a potential solution.'
'Alright, alright but I still think I'm going to bust at the seams.'
'Fine!' The Doc said handing me a bedpan.
'This might go a little smoother if you weren't looking at me like you wanted to punch me.'
'Let me know when you're done.' The Doc said as he went back over to a small table that contained a rather large syringe. I was hoping the needle looked so big because the table was so small and if that wasn't the case, I hoped the needle was for BT. Hell he was still asleep. It wouldn't hurt him until he was awake. 'You done yet?' The Doc called over his shoulder.
'You're really ruining the mood over here, Doc. I haven't pissed in 36 hours I would really like to enjoy this.'
'The elimination of waste should not…'
'Doc! You're killing me over here.'
'Shoe doesn't fit quite so right when it's on the other foot, does it?'
'Point taken, I think.' After a couple of more minutes I took probably the best non-beer induced piss of my entire life. I bet I lost 3.5 pounds in 2 minutes. I was going to market this new diet sensation. 'Piss Away the Pounds'. Might be tough to get a sponsor though. Oh well, I had time to work on a new name.
I sheepishly handed over the near brimming bed pan to the Doc, I don’t know which of us was more disgusted and embarrassed when some sloshed out and onto his arm and chest. 'Sucks for you.' I said under my breath.
'What?' The Doc asked, completely mortified with this new development.
'Nothing, I didn't say anything.'
The Doc looked at me suspiciously. This was not a good position for me to be in. I had one arm tied down and he had a nearly full bedpan of hot steamy piss. I'd probably die from shock if he threw it at me. The last time I had been this scared I was in my living room with Henry in my arms and a small contingent of zombies were trying to make me their breakfast. Doc Baker walked over and put the bed pan in the industrial sized sink, and then proceeded to take off his now urine infused scrubs. His vigorous washing had turned his skin into a cherry pink version of its former self. He was muttering something way over there. Every once in a while I would catch single words like 'asshole' or 'nutsack'. He could call me whatever he wanted as long as he didn't pick that bedpan back up.
Doc Baker came back his left arm considerably redder than his right.
